Historical Poems
#historical
Historical poems, poetry about the past. Poems inspired by, and offering analysis on, important events in history.
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Bumped 18th Dec 2018 5:32pm
20th Nov 2018 8:30pm
20th Nov 2018 8:30pm
+Art-ACT UP (America)
We now know
What’s it's like
To feel
So passionately
About something
(A belief
Not a person-
That's so
Pedestrian/
Passé,
Tedious, uninvolving,
Antithesis to progressive)
That you are
Willing to
act up ...
What’s it's like
To feel
So passionately
About something
(A belief
Not a person-
That's so
Pedestrian/
Passé,
Tedious, uninvolving,
Antithesis to progressive)
That you are
Willing to
act up ...
#politics
#America
#historical
#oppression
#gay
711 reads
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
18th Dec 2018 7:55am
18th Dec 2018 7:55am
The Dyke March and the Benevolent Queen
(Listening to Phantogram - Fall In Love)
You were bending my mind with the narcissism of your smile, which had been recently released from some theoretical cage of its ivory tower no longer captivating my juice; yet the dynamic forces of academia still found “optional” only to bind and gag us; only this time out in the wild.
There we were, at the Dyke March and not even rain could subvert these forges of estrogen. The Lesbian Avengers (those were our tops-giving the orders:...
You were bending my mind with the narcissism of your smile, which had been recently released from some theoretical cage of its ivory tower no longer captivating my juice; yet the dynamic forces of academia still found “optional” only to bind and gag us; only this time out in the wild.
There we were, at the Dyke March and not even rain could subvert these forges of estrogen. The Lesbian Avengers (those were our tops-giving the orders:...
#love
#lesbian
#conflict
#power
#historical
584 reads
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
16th Dec 2018 3:40pm
16th Dec 2018 3:40pm
1st Generation Integration (America) Part 2
We were watching Alex Haley's
“Roots”
And I turned to my Mother
And said
“Mama, they cut off Kunta Kinte’s foot?!”
My mother replied
“Well baby, yea” like she was baking a cake
Jesus in the back of my mind we waiting for the forward but
And your gonna send me to school with who now, the Nuns? hmpf
And your gonna send me to dance class with who now, Russia? hmpf
And your gonna send me to ice skating classes with who now, Italy? hmpf
This was an executive schedule before it was even...
“Roots”
And I turned to my Mother
And said
“Mama, they cut off Kunta Kinte’s foot?!”
My mother replied
“Well baby, yea” like she was baking a cake
Jesus in the back of my mind we waiting for the forward but
And your gonna send me to school with who now, the Nuns? hmpf
And your gonna send me to dance class with who now, Russia? hmpf
And your gonna send me to ice skating classes with who now, Italy? hmpf
This was an executive schedule before it was even...
#motherhood
#childhood
#politics
#America
#historical
499 reads
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Bumped 15th Dec 2018 2:10am
13th Nov 2018 4:42am
13th Nov 2018 4:42am
1st Generation Integration (America)
Growing up bi culturally speaks to 1st generation integration. Schools that our parents went to gave them a different vision for us; their children. Walking in the door from the world --------------------------------------------
(of private school, downtown dance class and Italy-ville or “Well Intentioned White Liberals” using the hyperbolic bludgeon in the battle against conservative remnants mostly, my logic would guess. Who knows what was going on in their minds, grown folks’ minds or politically how they were voting: my friends parents', my...
(of private school, downtown dance class and Italy-ville or “Well Intentioned White Liberals” using the hyperbolic bludgeon in the battle against conservative remnants mostly, my logic would guess. Who knows what was going on in their minds, grown folks’ minds or politically how they were voting: my friends parents', my...
#politics
#America
#feminism
#identity
#historical
539 reads
SimpleTon
Poem Published
8th Dec 2018 7:54pm
8th Dec 2018 7:54pm
Sin Eater Eate of the Victorian era
In the Victorian era there was a position one step further down the social ladder than the infamous chimney sweeper.
This position belonged to the awful figure of the professional Sin Eater.
Below is a Sin Eater Guide:
Step one a person dies
Step two the family of the dead arrange a funeral and hires a Sin Eater
Step three said Sin Eater attends the wake and consumes bread and salt from a plate on the body of the actual corpse
Step four the other people who attend the funeral abuse and beat the Sin Eater as they leave.
He or she is kicked up the arse...
This position belonged to the awful figure of the professional Sin Eater.
Below is a Sin Eater Guide:
Step one a person dies
Step two the family of the dead arrange a funeral and hires a Sin Eater
Step three said Sin Eater attends the wake and consumes bread and salt from a plate on the body of the actual corpse
Step four the other people who attend the funeral abuse and beat the Sin Eater as they leave.
He or she is kicked up the arse...
#satirical
#historical
406 reads
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Silent_One
Poem Published
29th Nov 2018 6:10am
29th Nov 2018 6:10am
The Unwritten
Dancing
inside the terror of dreams
Symphonies of the masses
gassed as you bleed
Your blood becomes my ink
unwritten is hell's silent scream
carving desires dressed as Satan
each in a chamber of the insane
Timeless all my senseless words
passionate only in my crimes
Gold and silver shall save you not
my poetry is not for others eyes
Forever shall the corpse
lie in tranquil pastures
our Ballard that once bloomed
epic our bondage of love
I sliced your heart
in the silver cup
of...
inside the terror of dreams
Symphonies of the masses
gassed as you bleed
Your blood becomes my ink
unwritten is hell's silent scream
carving desires dressed as Satan
each in a chamber of the insane
Timeless all my senseless words
passionate only in my crimes
Gold and silver shall save you not
my poetry is not for others eyes
Forever shall the corpse
lie in tranquil pastures
our Ballard that once bloomed
epic our bondage of love
I sliced your heart
in the silver cup
of...
#dark
#gothic
#death #historical
#death #historical
631 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Nov 2018 5:37am
20th Nov 2018 5:37am
Thrift Store Blues
Thrift Store Blues
The background music is the eighties
But her mind swims further upstream
While her fingers sort used clothes
Which she cannot afford
Her manager notes she seems self-absorbed
With her mind not on her work
But this thrift store holds the key
To her preoccupation
For one person’s trash is another’s treasure
And that futon gives her dreams
Of a firm mattress for her aching back
The stereo with a five-disc changer
Would play her disco...
The background music is the eighties
But her mind swims further upstream
While her fingers sort used clothes
Which she cannot afford
Her manager notes she seems self-absorbed
With her mind not on her work
But this thrift store holds the key
To her preoccupation
For one person’s trash is another’s treasure
And that futon gives her dreams
Of a firm mattress for her aching back
The stereo with a five-disc changer
Would play her disco...
#women
#dreams
#historical #poverty
#historical #poverty
661 reads
4 Comments
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
19th Nov 2018 2:17pm
19th Nov 2018 2:17pm
+Art-Weather Underground (America)
Who knows what
Social movements
Are born
(It don't get a day off-
Not when people
are involved;
Humanoids ie
From some
Far flung planet)
In the university’s
Boiler room
(Ironing out
the loose leaf
Details-
Corners
Unpacked
Unfurled
Undone)
Mostly
After hours
In the...
Social movements
Are born
(It don't get a day off-
Not when people
are involved;
Humanoids ie
From some
Far flung planet)
In the university’s
Boiler room
(Ironing out
the loose leaf
Details-
Corners
Unpacked
Unfurled
Undone)
Mostly
After hours
In the...
#politics
#America
#historical
#rebellion
#oppression
614 reads
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 9:45pm
17th Nov 2018 9:45pm
Ghost House ( after Robert Frost )
Whoever once stepped afoot
upon this now abandoned porch
must’ve toiled a daily wage
within the fields and garden gate
hanging now as rotted wood
Whoever cooked within this kitchen
canning beans and plucking chicken
surely did so with such care
her flower vase still sitting there
with wilted bloom on withered stem
Whoever slept within this room
of hand-sewn curtains billowing-
snagged and torn on broken...
upon this now abandoned porch
must’ve toiled a daily wage
within the fields and garden gate
hanging now as rotted wood
Whoever cooked within this kitchen
canning beans and plucking chicken
surely did so with such care
her flower vase still sitting there
with wilted bloom on withered stem
Whoever slept within this room
of hand-sewn curtains billowing-
snagged and torn on broken...
#countryside
#nature
#ghosts
#historical
#RobertFrost
1047 reads
25 Comments
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
15th Nov 2018 8:46pm
15th Nov 2018 8:46pm
DUP Confessional 1-Border Wars
It's an
Ideological
Dispute
Over erotica’s
Extreme Content
Label;
That
Brings up
Issues of
Legitimacy
(Justification for taking up space out here; in the first place)
And
What is
Free trade?
A pivotal
Moment
For
Flower petals;
With the ability
To be
As nasty
As they want to be
Out in the open
Without
Defecting...
Ideological
Dispute
Over erotica’s
Extreme Content
Label;
That
Brings up
Issues of
Legitimacy
(Justification for taking up space out here; in the first place)
And
What is
Free trade?
A pivotal
Moment
For
Flower petals;
With the ability
To be
As nasty
As they want to be
Out in the open
Without
Defecting...
#politics
#PopCulture
#philosophical
#historical
#parody
549 reads
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Nov 2018 2:05am
15th Nov 2018 2:05am
death on the high street ..
death is just around the corner
as were the butcher and the fishmonger
but they've already gone ..
as were the butcher and the fishmonger
but they've already gone ..
#historical
500 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
14th Nov 2018 3:49am
14th Nov 2018 3:49am
Lupercalia - Part II
Lupercalia - Part II
“John! Fancy meeting you here in the marketplace. It’s been a while. I got a jug of Tuscan wine. It was a good season for grapes there. We should share the bottle and remember old times. But then it’s Lupercalia. You might rather hook up with a maiden out in the hills. How are you?”
“Cassie, business is great but my love life is history. It seems I spend my time painting other people making love instead of doing it myself. I did a wonderful mural in Pompeii of two lovers. But alas my life doesn’t imitate my art anymore.”
“Well then,...
“John! Fancy meeting you here in the marketplace. It’s been a while. I got a jug of Tuscan wine. It was a good season for grapes there. We should share the bottle and remember old times. But then it’s Lupercalia. You might rather hook up with a maiden out in the hills. How are you?”
“Cassie, business is great but my love life is history. It seems I spend my time painting other people making love instead of doing it myself. I did a wonderful mural in Pompeii of two lovers. But alas my life doesn’t imitate my art anymore.”
“Well then,...
#sex
#erotic
#alcohol
#art
#historical
534 reads
4 Comments
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